[Intro]
Young ass n***a, coutin' guala
Why you beat that ho' up? N***a, what's yo' problem?
Put my gang in new designer, everything is Prada
Bro get off my dick, go take care of yo' daughter

[Verse]
You beat ya' bitch up, that shit don't leave out the family picture
I'm smokin' dope, out the zipper
Saw the music ain't work, so he start sellin' zip-ups
[?] dick up
I showed love to n***as, then they went for the switch up
Twitter typin', we gon' get up wit' ya'
You was just showin' love in my face, n***a, which one, is it?
Heard ya' new shit, man, that shit not hittin'
You just makin' my prod's look shitty
I ain't goin' back and forth with no internet n***a
Crash a Double R, I hope yo' bitch ass in it
I just count up my guap, and I sit back, n***a
N***a beat that ho' ass, you a sis-ass n***a
Quit that talkin', I'm not tryna chit-chat n***a
Brother told me, "Chill out", I'm like, "Fuck that"
It's a way that I deal with these bitch ass n***as
You was usin' that ho', like a punch bag
And I really ain't look for no diss back, n***a
I'm too rich, give a fuck 'bout a comeback
N***as say my name just for promotion
Young ass, n***as just signed for some grown shit
Dumbass, tryna act dumb, n***a, slow shit
Don't know, why n***as, playin' wit' the kid
You a, dad now, I'm prayin' for the kid
We had, bro kick yo' shit over this way
Twitter, typin' like bro, how my dick taste?
N***a beatin' a ho', 'cause he bitch-made
I just, be in my zone like a sensei
Whole gang, beatin' they chest, so they big ape
I got some n***as mad, I got rich, goddamn
I know all my racks safe, but yo' bitch ain't
[Outro]
Young ass n***a, coutin' guala
Why you beat that ho' up? N***a, what's yo' problem?
I just dripped my gang out, everything is Prada
I just took the whole gang to Balenciaga
Bro get off my dick, go take care of yo' daughter